Olivia’s POV
The first thing I noticed when I woke was Dominic's steady breathing beside me. For once, his face was completely relaxed in sleep, free from the careful masks he wore in waking. Morning light painted his features in soft gold, making him look younger, almost vulnerable.
I allowed myself a moment to study him - the slight furrow between his brows that never fully smoothed, the faint scar near his jaw that I'd discovered last night. Even asleep, he radiated power that made my wolf stir with interest.
"You're staring," he murmured without opening his eyes.
"Can't a wife admire her husband?" The word felt strange on my tongue - not unpleasant, just unfamiliar.
His ice-blue eyes opened, sharp and alert despite the early hour. "Have you changed your mind about this arrangement
